Chapter 4
The trip from St. Louis to Chicago had been a short one. Laura still felt a little tired from the previous night's activities. Bob and Chuck had kept at them all night, or so it had seemed. They had switched partners and fucked and sucked in every position they could dream up. All four of them had even done it in the shower. She and Joyce had faced each other as the men fucked them from behind. Laura had to stand on the rim of the tub for Bob's cock to reach her pussy comfortably. It had been great, all lathered up with perfumed soap under the steaming stream of water. She and Joyce had kept their hands busy on each other's slippery bodies until they fell into each other, coming one after the other.
That Joyce was a great gal. Laura had been surprised at herself, by how easily she had accepted and returned the blonde's attentions. Sex between two women was something she had always considered very wrong, but it had been really great. She had a feeling that Joyce had wanted to eat her, but those two studs had kept them so full of cock that the opportunity never arose.
This morning, Joyce had taken Laura to her hairdresser while Bob was busy with the truck. Now her black hair floated about her face in great dark clouds, cascading down over her shoulders to just below her shoulder blades. The dark frame isolated her face, making her green eyes and red lips even more striking.
Walking along now with Bob, she knew how she looked. Her white skin was dramatically set off by the black hair and tight black dress. The material hugged her tits and hooked at the back of her neck, leaving her back, shoulders and arms bare. Her nipples, made rigid by the filmy cloth caressing them, stood out in small points. The dress was taut around her hips, ending halfway up the smooth whiteness of her thighs. It was obvious to anyone who looked that she had nothing on under it. And they looked. Laura caught furtive glances and open lustful stares from men walking past them. She could almost feel hot eyes on her ass, which jiggled from side to side with each step. She tightened her grip on Bob's arm, the tiredness fading as they walked into the Blue Ball Club.
The music assaulted her ears in the dim room. It had a strong beat, steady and rhythmic. She let Bob steer her through the crowded tables to an empty one by the wall. He ordered the drinks.
"Well, is this it?" Laura inquired.
"Nope. It's just the beginning."
"You haven't told me anything about tonight."
"Let's just say it's going to be a surprise. After last night, I think you'll enjoy it."
She wondered about that statement while she sipped her drink. A spotlight glared down to the middle of the room, shining from overhead. A tall girl stood in the center of a small square floor. A green cape covered her from her neck to the floor. Her long, red hair fell in a spiraling mass of curls that looked a yard long. She stood motionless for a moment, then the cape parted and rose behind her, held in her upraised hands. Laura heard gasps nearby, and her own breath whistled softly between her teeth as she stared at the magnificent, naked, golden body. The ripe orbs of her tits jutted out and up from her rib cage. They were peaked by large, round, rosy areolas which were centered by cylindrical nipples that stuck out like twin bullets.
Her body narrowed to a small waist, then flared out into firm, broad hips and a gently rounded belly. The golden thighs were long, and they tapered into beautiful legs. Her belly sloped down to a wide, luxuriant growth of red hair that extended from the top of one thigh to the other, and veed down into long curls between her lush thighs.
Suddenly the golden statue exploded into violent action, gyrating about the stage with the music, arms flying, big tits bouncing in every direction, hips waving, flesh trembling. She was dancing like a crazed being.
"Go! Go!" a voice called.
"Give it to us!" urged another.
The music slowed, dominated by the incessant beat. The girl's body now glistened with a thin film of moisture. Her head was thrown back, her arms extended straight ahead. Her hips moved in a small circle that became larger with each rotation, and her knees bent a little each time till the large globes of her ass jutted far out on the backside of the circle. Her hips swiveled around to the front, thrusting her mound out, exposing her hairy, flesh-padded cunt for all to see. Her legs were opened wide, knees bent almost to a sitting position. She turned on her high heels, letting everyone see all of her, front and back.
Laura felt herself getting twitchy in her cunt. The redhead was a beautiful sight. Bob's fingers were squeezing her bare thigh. She reached under the table and rested her hand on the bulge in his crotch, never taking her eyes off the gyrating, naked girl.
The redhead stopped her circle on the back side. Her head came forward and her eyes opened as she smiled at the audience. Her hips began moving from back to front, pushing her pink cunt out even more, moving to the throbbing beat that filled the room. No other instrument could be heard.
She edged toward a table at one side of the floor, her pelvis moving in a frank imitation of fucking. Her hands opened and closed in invitation. Her tongue slipped into view and licked her full, red lips. The big, shining tits jiggled from the force of each forward thrust of her hips. She stopped just out of range of the hands that were reaching for her.
"Hot damn!"
"Sock it to me, baby!"
"Go, go, go!"
Voices all around the room were calling to her, urging her on. The girl retreated to the center of the floor. She started bending backwards. In another moment she was on her back. Her legs, bent at the knees, were under her. The gleaming thighs were spread wide open. All of her pussy was in view now, the long slit guarded by engorged lips and flanked by red, curly hair that extended down into the crevice of her ass cheeks.
She was still moving, humping her hips up and down, again and again. Her hands passed over her upthrust tits and down over the lawn of red hair at the bottom of her belly, not quite touching herself.
Laura was amazed as she watched the swollen cunt lips slowly roll apart and the shiny nub of the girl's clit stand out in plain sight. The girl must really have herself hot! She wondered if she could ever act that abandoned in front of a group of people. She doubted it. Bob's cock was ramrod hard, throbbing under her active fingers. His thick finger was sunk in her drooling pussy. She ground her hips against it and wished she could get fucked right then.
The girl, writhing like a wild animal in heat on the floor, pulled the long mass of hair over one shoulder. It flipped down between her heaving thighs, hiding her cunt. Her hips began jerking up and down faster and faster, no longer in time with the drums. She seemed oblivious to everything, lost in her own search for release. Suddenly her body strained up into an arch, lifting her quivering ass off of the floor. She shuddered visibly. The spotlight blinked out, leaving the room in total darkness.
Chairs shuffled in the gloom. Throats were cleared. Whispers drifted through the air. A moment later the dim house lights rose again. The floor was empty.
Laura leaned back, trying to recover from the tension that had built up inside of her own body.
Bob's finger wasn't helping. She gave his erect cock a squeeze.
"When are we going?" she whispered.
"Right now."
She could hear the tension in his voice. She rose and followed his lead, but instead of heading for the door, he was guiding her to the back of the club. Several other couples were going in the same direction.
"What ..."
"Never mind, just c'mon," he said gruffly.
One couple was just ahead of them. They were walking toward a blank wall. An open doorway materialized just before they reached it. Bob and Laura followed the couple through the door and up a narrow stairway that was carpeted in red, as were the walls and ceiling. She heard other people coming up behind them. At the top of the stairs, another door swung open.
"Ah, Don and Peggy. Come in, come in. And here's Bob and Laura. Good. Come right in."
The man that greeted them was huge. His pudgy hand touched her elbow lightly as he hurried her through the door. Her eyes took in his partly bald head and full, gray mustache and goatee as she went by. Then her attention was caught by the room. Like the stairwell, it was completely covered with red carpet. A circle of thick pillows was in the middle of the room, and otherwise the room was bare. She looked around. A feeling that something was going to happen in that strange room welled up in her. Slight tinglings of anticipation jangled her nerves.
The fat man was ushering in more people. A girl, dressed in transparent bra and panties, walked into the room through a door that had been hidden by the carpeting on the walls. She carried a large tray, and began serving drinks.
There were four couples in the room. The fat man made introductions, but Laura couldn't remember the names. There were too many, and it was done too fast.
Her ears were buzzing. She looked down at her half-empty glass. Alcohol had never affected her that quickly before. She looked for Bob. He was beside her, talking to another couple, Carl and Irene.
"Please give me your attention, everyone!" the fat man called.
The murmur of talk stopped.
"Good. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Allegro Goscini and I am your, shall we say, conductor, for the evening's entertainment. Now, if each of you will follow luscious little Sue here to your seat, we will commence."
Laura watched the nearly naked girl arrange the people on the pillows, alternating men and women, separating couples. Bob was between well-built Irene and the slender Helen. She allowed herself to be led to her place. She sank down on the pillow between Don and Carl. They looked like nice guys. She drew her feet up under her, her legs angled toward the floor. She knew her dress was riding high, exposing a lot of white thigh, but she didn't give a damn. Her ears were still buzzing and her face felt flushed. The fat man was still talking somewhere behind her.
"This is an adult version of the old Mother-May-I game. Each of you will take a turn at the large spinner. For each number I have two sets of instructions, one for men and one for women. I will tell you what to do, and which person beside you to do it to."
Laura felt the twitching start in her loins again.
"Of course, you must ask if you may, first. That allows the recipient to refuse. We hope that doesn't happen. After all, we are gathered here to enjoy ourselves. Right? Right!"
Laura glanced at Bob. He sat cross-legged, his hands hanging over his knees. He winked and smiled.
"Shall we begin? Irene, will you go first?" The good-looking brunette leaned out and slapped the spinner, making her braless tits sway. "Seven. Remove Bob's pants." Irene started to reach out, then remembered. "May I?"
Bob nodded. Irene expertly got his pants open and slid them down when he lifted his hips. She sat back on her pillow, but her eyes were riveted on the huge bulge in his shorts.
Laura smiled to herself. She knew what was in there, and what it could do for a girl. Let Irene enjoy it while she had the chance! she thought.
Bob hit the spinner.
"Six. Remove Helen's panties."
He turned to the blushing woman. "May I?"
"Yes," she squeaked, closing her eyes.
Laura watched Bob push her dress slowly up around her waist, revealing her well-turned, nylon-encased thighs. Kneeling beside her, he quickly rolled the pantyhose down, exposing her furry little slit. She sat again after he stripped them off. Her dress was still bunched up, leaving her naked from the waist down, but she didn't seem to be aware of it as she took her turn at the spinner.
"Three. Take out Don's penis."
Receiving his agreement, Helen leaned over, visibly trembling. Laura watched along with the others as she fumbled with the snap and zipper. Finally she got his pants open and quickly reached inside of his shorts. With some difficulty, she pulled his erect cock through the opening and immediately let go of it, sitting back in her place.
Laura could see Helen's thighs rubbing against each other. The woman was getting hot despite her embarrassment. Laura's eyes fastened on Don's standing prick. It was of average length, but very thick, supporting a blunt, round head. She wondered how that sausage would feel stuffed into her cunt, as Don leaned forward to take a spin. "One. Suck Laura's tits." "May I?"
"Yes, yes!" she whispered.
She was eager for things to move faster. Her pussy was throbbing. Without waiting for him, she undid the clasp at the nape of her neck. The top of the dress slithered down over her round, firm tits and fell to her lap. Don leaned toward her and sucked the whole of one tit into his mouth. Small jolts of pleasure fanned out from his slavering tongue on her rubbery nipple. Her hand found the back of his head and held him there. She knew everyone was watching, but the demands of her body couldn't be resisted. Her hand grabbed his hard stalk, massaging it for a moment before he pulled away. Cool air struck her wet tit. The buzzing seemed to be boring straight into her brain. She leaned out to the playing board.
"Nine. Take out Carl's penis and kiss it."
"May I?" she smiled.
"Hell, yes!" he gasped.
She rubbed the length of the hard-on that bulged inside his pant leg, then quickly opened his trousers and pulled them down. His long, slender prick sprang up and pointed at the ceiling. She noticed the backward curve of it as she pulled it down. Instead of kissing it, she ovaled her lips and took the pointed head into the wetness of her mouth. She sucked hard. His hands held her head and his hips started to move. People were watching, seeing the long shaft slipping in and out of her mouth. She didn't care. She felt like she had a fever: Her face was hot, her thighs felt like lead. She wanted some fucking action.
"Now, now! It's your turn, Carl."
Laura let his long cock slide out of her mouth and regretted the loss. She sat back on the pillow, breathing deeply, trying to control the urges that swept through her.
The game began to progress faster. The commands were obeyed instantly. The required question was forgotten. Clothing was swiftly removed. Fingers dipped into cunts and fondled erect cocks. Inhibitions were gone. Mouths lingered wherever they were directed. Lust-glazed eyes followed each performing couple. Soon all the men were naked. Cocks of various sizes stood up around the circle. The women were naked. Their bodies glistened.
Laura wondered how much longer this group of people could restrain themselves. Her own pussy was dripping wet, yearning for some hard meat. It was obvious that the others, were just as hot.
"The game is ended," Goscini announced. "Please break between Bob and Irene and form a semi-circle."
Laura heard a huskiness in his voice that hadn't been there before. As the men and women moved their pillows, a movie screen lowered itself down the far wall. She felt her face cooling now, distracted from the erotic sights and sounds.
"The film you are about to see, lovely persons, will add greatly to your enjoyment, I'm sure. It was not staged by professional performers. The men were hired but were not actors. The girl was just an ordinary female, with no foreknowledge of what was to happen."
The fat man chuckled behind them.
"She has turned professional since, but that's another story. Just remember as you watch that you are seeing a real event take place. Roll the film, please."
Laura wiggled her butt deeper into the soft pillow, anxious to see what was to come.
The screen flickered with bright white light, then an image swam into focus. The camera was following three men through some woods. They stopped and peered over some high bushes. Two of them went off in opposite directions. The camera advanced and looked over the remaining man's shoulder. Behind a farm house, a girl was hanging clothes on a line. She appeared to be in her late teens. A red scarf was around her head. She wore a shirt under bib overalls that did not conceal the ample swellings of her tits.
As if on signal, the three men stepped out of hiding. The girl looked up with a quizzical expression that changed to fright when she realized she was surrounded. She dropped the laundry basket and ran. One of the men cut her off in two long strides. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. The second man caught her and pinned her arms behind her. She struggled as the third man approached her.
He gave her a wicked smile as he pulled the scarf away. Brown hair tumbled around her face. Her mouth opened in a silent scream when the first man began squeezing and mashing her tits through her clothing. Her body twisted violently, fighting to get away, but it was useless.
Laura felt something slap against her back. She glanced over her shoulder to see Carl behind her. She smiled and grabbed his thighs, tugging to signal him to move closer. His long, slender cock nestled against her back, and his hands came around under her arms to cup her firm tits. She looked back at the screen.
The third man thrust his arm out, clamping his hand to the struggling girl's crotch, squeezing hard. She tried to pull her hips away from the rough hand, but the man behind her pushed her forward with his body. The first man unsnapped the overalls. They fell around her hips. His hands ripped the shirt open, sending buttons flying. Her tits gleamed like pink dotted pearls in the sunshine, forced out and up by her imprisoned arms. Her belly heaved with her frantic breathing. Muscular fingers tweaked her nipples, pulling and twisting. The man in front pulled the overalls down and off of her kicking feet. White nylon panties spanned her hips. The brown thatch of her mound was visible through the thin material.
Laura felt Carl's fingers glide down over her knotted stomach muscles and dip into her damp cunt. One long, slender finger buried itself in her warm tunnel. It felt so good to finally have something there. It explored the slippery walls, the nail lightly scraping. She reached behind her and cradled his hairy balls in her small hand. She looked up again, rocking gently on the searching finger.
Now the girl was on her back in the grass. A man on each side held her arms and legs, stretching her legs open as far as they would go. The third man stood between her thighs, looking down at her struggling body. He was saying something, rubbing the swelling of his hard-on. The camera zoomed in between the open thighs. Her cunt made the panties bulge out. Brown hairs curled out around the elastic of the crotch. Single hairs protruded through the nylon here and there. The camera pulled back.
The man knelt and slipped his fingers under the waistband. He ripped down. The flimsy material parted and fell away. The men holding her hooked their hands behind her knees and pulled her legs up and back toward her shoulders. Her ass rose into the air, the curve of her brown-furred pussy pointed to the sky. The third man released his erection from its cloth prison. His cock stood out from his pants, jerking with a life of its own. He bent down, cupped his hands under the girl's ass and burrowed into her hairy slit with his nose and mouth. Her hips jumped, trying to escape, but there was no place to go. The man lapped at the quivering cunt. His tongue snaked up and down the length of the narrow slit.
Laura heard a gasp and looked to her left. Irene's head was in Walt's lap, going up and down. Peggy's tits were mashed against his ribs while her fingers teased his nipples. His hand was out of sight between Peggy's lush thighs, the other was on Irene's bobbing head. Laura glanced to her right. Helen was between Don and Bob, stroking a stiff cock with each hand. The two men were running their hands all over her tits, ass and cunt.
She felt Don's mouth sucking on her neck, his finger moved faster. Wanting more, she leaned forward and away from him, falling onto her hands and knees, waving her ass, humping against his hand.
"Fuck me, Carl. Fuck me!" she moaned.
The finger withdrew and was replaced by a thicker, longer rod that slipped easily into her dripping cunt. It felt good, going deeper and deeper, boring in slowly until it finally bumped into her cervix and pushed against it. She held her hips still as he began moving back and forth in maddeningly slow strokes, long and slow, in and out, massaging the walls of her tense cunt channel. She looked ahead through lust-blurred eyes, breathing hard. The buzzing in her ears had shifted and was centered somewhere deep inside of her.
The man on the screen was pushing his long cock down into the wet cunt that was spread open before it. Another second and it was in to the hilt. The other men released the impaled girl's legs, now that she was pinned to the ground by a long prick and a man's hips pressed against her's. The man started fucking her in hard, brutal thrusts. Her legs flew up, her heels kicked him. It only egged him into plowing her ravished cunt with more force. His tight balls slapped against her little ass. The other two men had their cocks out, playing with them while they ran slobbering tongues all over her bouncing tits. One man sat on her chest, pinning her shoulders down with his knees. He pushed her soft, wet tits inward till they held his red cock. Then he started moving, his shaft slipping back and forth between the wet mounds, fucking her heaving tits.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Laura looked around. Don was staring at the screen, his hand on the back of Helen's sucking head. Bob was on his knees behind Helen, fucking her savagely. Laura realized he was staring at her, but she couldn't read the expression on his face. The buzzing deep inside of her became stronger, sending vibrations through her sweaty body. She dropped her head. Carl was moving faster now.
His fingers snaked around her back-humping hips and landed like a hot poker on her swollen clit. Little flames of pleasure licked up and out from her loins, spreading in an ever widening arc. She groaned, knowing she was going to come soon. Her eyes went back to the screen.
The third man was at the girl's head, his cock jabbing at her mouth. She was trying to avoid the contact by twisting her head from side to side. He grabbed her nose and pinched the nostrils shut. Her mouth flew open, gasping for air. He jammed the head of his prick between the open, full lips and down into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her matted hair as he forced more of the shaft past her teeth. The man between her legs was now thrusting into her with short, rapid jerks, the muscles in his ass clenching and relaxing in spasms. He threw his head back, pushed hard and held himself still. The girl's legs were spread open and limp, no longer resisting. The camera moved in behind the straining male buttocks. The image grew and filled the screen.
Huge balls swayed behind the hair-rooted, gigantic cock sticking out of the pussy under it. The cunt lips were stretched into a circle, clasping the visibly jerking pole. Rivulets of sweat trickled down the quivering, white female flesh. The massive pole slowly retreated, shiny and wet. The 'olds of the cunt entrance clung to it as if reluctant to let it go. Finally the cock slipped out. leaving a gaping dark hole that slowly closed as thick, white come oozed out and slid down between the compressed ass cheeks.
Laura's body was on fire. Her orgasm was coming on. Carl's cock was ramming into her pussy with hard, long strokes. Her cuntal walls were rippling up and down, the pressure behind them increasing. She rocked her body faster, meeting his long strokes with the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
"Faster, harder! Fuck me, shoot my cunt full!" she babbled.
Convulsions gripped her belly.
"Goood! Come, come!"
She felt the eruptions of his come blast against her womb, filling her with more and more of its liquid heat. His cock was jerking in her humid cave. The ripples in the walls of her pussy became great spasms. She was gasping for air, beyond caring what anybody saw or heard.
"I'm coming . . . coming . . . COMING!" she wailed.
Searing bolts of light flashed out in all directions from the center of her lust, filling her brain with exploding pinpoints of rainbow light. She could hold herself up no longer. Her sweating body gradually sank down into the thick red carpet.
Laura's breathing slowed and deepened. Her vision cleared and she became aware of her body again. Something was going on. She was on her back. She looked down over her glistening stomach. Peggy was between her thighs, licking furiously at her drenched pussy. Another woman was eating her! It was wrong, wicked! Hell! It was great! Peggy's tongue struck her still-swollen clit and she jumped.
"Oh, Peggy! Don't stop! That feels sooo good!"
She looked over Peggy's upthrust ass and could hardly believe her eyes. Allegro Goscini was naked, sitting on a low stool. His big, round shoulders, chest and belly were covered by a black haze of hair. He looked like a Buddha! On her knees like a reverent worshiper, naked Sue was paying homage to the small, hard cock between his massive thighs. Her head was bobbing and weaving. Goscini stared down at her with a benevolent smile, his pudgy hands caressing her generous tits.
Peggy's tongue invaded her flooded tunnel, swabbing the slack walls. Laura shivered from the delicious sensations. Her cunt was sending signals again. So soon? She had just been fucked! What was she becoming? She didn't care about that now. She was hungry for more, more of anything, or anyone! The nerve endings in her pussy were heating up under Peggy's lashing tongue. She looked around the room.
Bob was on his back with Irene over his head, her pussy pressed to his face. Helen was riding up and down on his fabulous cock. That was what Laura would really like to have inside her, but she was going to have to settle for something else.
Don? He was busy trying to keep his cock in Helen's bucking mouth. Carl? He was down at her feet, stroking Peggy's hairy slit, his limp cock lying on his thigh. There was Walt, sitting alone, watching, his cock at half mast. She smiled at him and waved one hand in invitation, then glanced up at the screen.
The girl was on her hands and knees. Her body was moving violently. Her tits were shaking like palm trees in a hurricane. A man was under her, his cock plowing up into her cunt. Another man was behind her, his tool rooting into her asshole. The third man was in front, his hard-on rammed down her throat. The men who had raped her were perfectly still. The girl was doing it all by herself, fucking all three men at one time.
The sight drove Laura mad. Overpowering lust was boiling through her veins. Her belly ripped with a hard orgasm. She headed for another one. The flashing tongue in her cunt goaded her on. Her glazed vision was blocked by twin columns of thighs coming down on each side of her head. Trembling mounds of flesh approached her face. She wrapped her arms around the smooth globes and pulled them down to her open, waiting mouth. Her lips closed on a plump, hairy mound.
It was Peggy's cunt! Sweet Peggy, whose tongue was still lashing around in her come-soaked pussy. Laura swabbed her tongue between the gaping folds, seeking the hard button. She found it and sucked greedily, wanting to give what she was getting: Intense, bone-breaking pleasure.
She felt Peggy groan against her throbbing clit, and groan again when Walt's cock flew past Laura's nose and into Peggy's sweltering cunt. Laura leaned up and kissed the underside of the beautiful cock. She licked at it as it moved back and forth, drilling Peggy's cunt just inches from her face.
Something wet, blunt and hard struck her thigh, slid along it and plowed into her passion-raw cunt. She fucked her pelvis up to meet it. Big and long, hot and hard, it levered into her belly. It was Bob. She loved it. His big cock and Peggy's expert tongue were pushing her to the stratosphere. But he was fucking her awfully hard, brutal strokes that were ramming into her with such force that she thought her teeth would surely rattle loose. Other sensations partially blocked out the unpleasant aspects of his fucking. Fingers were mangling her tits, hard cocks were jerking in her fingers, mouths were sucking her hot tits, obscene words were streaming against her ears.
An earthquake seemed to hit the building. People were crying out. The lower half of her body was shaken into a million pieces, the upper half bathed in bright glory. A humming noise was coming down around her ears. Her mouth hung open, seeking air for her burning lungs. Her vision went totally black.